As A Mother In Israel: Part 1

In Old Jerusalem, Israel

End of Mothering.

End of Season.

Back in Springfield, MO (2002-2006) I began to feel magnetized to this phrase in the Word, and had no earthly idea what it meant:  As a mother in Israel.

I studied in what little time I had--which was pretty minimal with four toddler/elementary kiddos, homeschooling, pastor's-wifing, founding & directing Home School Choirs of Springfield to help pay for music lessons and provide choral opportunities for my own kids, eating, sleeping, and breathing.  I joked often that if ever I wrote a devotional for young mothers, it's title would be: Two Minutes on the Toilet with Jesus, as that's the only time I got alone with him as a young mother.  I don't think the title would offend Jesus, as He understands perfectly.

I brought up this phrase to our seminary-graduate friends, who had no comment. They had never really thought about it. Shrug. Ho hum. Oh well, what's for dinner?

The magnetic pull strengthened, and as my children grew in self-sufficiency my moments with Jesus also increased, much to the delight of my starving heart and brain.

As a Mother in Israel.

As a Mother in Israel.

I always thought those people who were all into that Messianic & Christian-Jewish stuff were a little overboard, and I certainly didn't want to become like them, but I could not deny this pull. *

It wasn't obsessive or anything. Life was certainly full of other things and often I went for months and months without even thinking about it.  But every single time it ended up in front of my attention--it was stronger.

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

Written 17th November 2013 by Kelly Stack Scott

*I would later learn that I am, in fact Ashkenazi Jewish.